Because the saints of the Xuanyuan Dynasty are all Zen concession system, when each old saint is in his sixties and has no energy to inspect the people's situation everywhere, he will select an outstanding young man in the four countries to take over this position, and he will either return to his original country or build a residence in Xuanyuan City for the elderly. This year's old saint has a relatively long life, and now he is more than ninety years old, and he has been living in Xuanyuan City. And letting this old man eat a food he likes before he dies turned out to be the last round of the exam question of this competition?

But when you think about it, many cooks already understand. A cook, if the dishes are good or not, it is also a matter of opinion, and the wise will see the wise. The honey of A, the arsenic of B. Everyone's taste is different, and their preferences are different. Chefs can't just cook what they think they are good at, without considering the preferences and physical conditions of the diners. The organizers must have asked the chefs to think more about the situation of the diners.

However, the twelve chefs who participated in the competition did not have time to think about this, and at this time, with apprehension, they followed the host named Ma Chao and walked towards the carriage that the organizer had already prepared. The four of them sat in the carriage and let the carriage pull them to the mansion of the old saint.

The carriage drove through Xuanyuan City for a while, and then stopped in front of a garden-style house. When Ma Chao saw that everyone had gotten out of the car, he led them in, went to a hall and asked them to sit down, but he did not sit down, and called, "No. 1, please come with me." Then he turned his head and commanded, "No one else, don't make a loud noise here." ”

A cook in his fifties stood up and followed Ma Chao to the main room with a nervous expression. The rest of the cooks, you look at me, I look at you, everyone didn't speak, their eyes looked at the door of the main room, waiting for No. 1 to come out of it. Draw the second and third cooks. I was even more nervous, trying my best to calm myself, thinking about how to ask questions later.

Xia Shan glanced at Lin Xiaozhu, who was sitting at the end, with some concern. Seeing that there was no particularly depressed expression on her face, her heart settled down a little. Originally, he didn't know the number drawn by Lin Xiaozhu. But the seats are arranged according to the number. He had just drawn the number five, so he sat in the fifth position. And Lin Xiaozhu sat in the last seat, which means that the number she drew just now is the twelfth.

The usual game is fine, no matter what number is drawn, as long as you have a flexible mind, the dish is well done. There will be nothing to lose. But this time the game was different. Imagine an old man in his nineties who is on the verge of death. How much energy do you have to answer these people's questions? There are also three questions per person. When Lin Xiaozhu went to question, it was estimated that the old saint didn't even have the energy to pay attention to her.

Lin Xiaozhu saw Xia Shan's worried gaze on the other side, smiled comfortingly at him, and lowered his head again. Drawing the twelfth was her bad luck. But now it's a fact. No matter how much you complain, it is better to think more about how you can get the information you want in this situation.

At this time. She was gathering what she knew about the situation in the old saint to sift through and analyze the information.

On the carriage she and Yuan Tianye returned to Beiyan from Dongyue, Yuan Tianye also told her some information about this old saint. He was originally the son-in-law of a Houfu in Xiling Kingdom. When I was a child, I was also young and frivolous, and I was extremely naughty in recruiting cats and dogs in the capital. When he was eighteen years old, there was a major earthquake in Xiling Kingdom. He received the emperor's order to go to that place to help the disaster. Kill corrupt officials and punish corrupt officials. Take the lead, order the ban, and put down a great chaos that is about to come out of that place. At that time, the Xiling Emperor saw that he was a talent, so he made him the local governor and ordered him to take the locals to reorganize their homeland. He is a man who is indeed capable. After a bit of bargaining with the emperor, he obtained the right to implement a new policy. But in just five or six years, the economy of that place has recovered. In the end, he was favored by the old saint in front of him and became a generation of Xuanyuan saints. During his tenure as a saint, there was a dispute between the South China Sea and the Xiling Kingdom because of some friction, and the emperor of the Xiling Kingdom sent troops to the South China Sea in a fit of rage. Turning around, ignoring that the Xiling Emperor was his nephew, he was captured and imprisoned in Xuanyuan City for thirty years, and another prince was selected to be the Xiling Emperor. He was an honest and extremely strong ruler.

So, what kind of food would such an old man want to eat before he died? He should be like the current old man, he has traveled all over the Xuanyuan Dynasty and eaten all the delicacies in the world in this life, right? After a thousand sails have passed, will you return to the basics, miss the taste of your hometown, and miss the food made by your family?

I heard that this old Xuanyuan saint had married a wife when he was seventeen years old, and he was married to a famous lady in Xiling Kingdom.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaozhu felt a little regretful. Xuanyuan Four Kingdoms, she only Xiling Kingdom has not been to. She doesn't know much about the food and snacks of Xiling Kingdom. And that Xiling lady must have been ancient, right?

"It's out, it's out." There was a commotion in the room.

Lin Xiaozhu raised his eyes and looked outside, only to see that No. 1 was coming out of the house, his face was gloomy, his brows were tight, and it seemed that he didn't have a bottom in his heart about what Lao Shengshang liked to eat.

The people in the hall were both worried and a little happy. The worry is that No. 1, as the first person to go, has taken the advantage, but has not been able to get useful information, so I am afraid that it will not be so easy to replace them; The joy is that No. 1 has no chance, so he may be the luckiest one. At that moment, all the cooks had their own thoughts in their hearts, and secretly thought to themselves for a while, how to ask questions to get the most useful information when they entered the room, and for a while, the hall was silent.

"Two, please come here." Ma Chao shouted outside. Sitting at No. 2 near the door, he heard the sound and walked out. As for No. 1, he was taken out of the yard by the maid ring in the yard, probably going back to the carriage.

In this way, one by one, they went in and out, and when they came out, their faces were either pensive, confused, or frustrated, and their expressions were different, and the hearts of the people who saw the numbers behind them were worried. And when Xia Shan came out of the house, he looked pensive, and he didn't care about looking at Lin Xiaozhu in the hall, so he hurriedly went out with a frown.

When it was Lin Xiaozhu's turn, it was already morning, and it was more than an hour away from the time when No. 1 went in. Lin Xiaozhu heard Ma Chao's call, took a deep breath, stood up and walked towards the main house. She had already made up her mind, and after entering the house, she focused on observation and questioning. Since the organizer came up with such a question, she would never ask: "Old Saint, what do you like to eat?" I'll do it for you! You'll get the answer. Since they chose such a sick and special old man to do the topic, they must have wanted the cook to observe carefully, ask patiently, and be considerate.

So as soon as he entered the door, Lin Xiaozhu began to observe the furnishings in the house. As soon as I entered, there was a large hall, and on the hall, like in other families, there was a case, and vases and other things were placed on the case; Underneath is a table of eight immortals, with chairs next to it. It's just that there are four more chairs under the guest seats below than in ordinary families, which shows that there are often guests to be entertained here. The calligraphy and paintings of emperors and calligraphers of various countries are hung on the wall, which is relatively special, highlighting the extraordinary identity of the old man. As for the other furnishings in the house, they are neat, elegant, and atmospheric, but there is nothing special about it.

Turn right, go to the east house, and pass through the two-story curtain to see the old man's bedroom. Lin Xiaozhu looked around the furnishings in the room, and felt that it was similar to those famous nobles. The only difference is that some of the furnishings on the desk are very Xiling flavor. It seems that Lao Shengshang still has a lot of affection for his hometown.

Walking further inside, I saw an old man lying on a large carved bed. This carved bed is made of rosewood, the carving is exquisite, and the poems, calligraphy and paintings engraved on it are very elegant, but they can't see the special place. And the old man on the bed has to be completely white; Although his face is full of wrinkles and some age spots, his complexion is not bad, and he is closing his eyes at this time, I don't know whether he is faint or asleep, but his expression is very peaceful. Because of the heat, the lake-blue satin quilt only covered his chest, and his hands were exposed, flat on either side of the bed.

Ma Chao led Lin Xiaozhu to a place a meter away from the bed, then stopped, turned his head to look at Lin Xiaozhu, and motioned for her to step forward. Lin Xiaozhu slowly walked to the bed, looked at the old man's peaceful face, and sighed in his heart, quite unbearable to wake him up.

Although in her mind, this old man must not be seriously ill, and he is not yet dying, otherwise the old man will definitely not let people disturb him. And judging by his complexion, his complexion is not bad, and his physical condition should be good. It shouldn't be a big deal to wake him up and ask a word or two. But she felt that there were eleven people in front of her, and even if each person only asked three words, it would make the old man choke enough, right? At this time, the old man had already slept peacefully, so why should she disturb the sleep of an elderly man in his nineties for the sake of a mere competition? What's more, can she really ask what she wants from the old man's mouth? No matter how skillful the questions she asked, she woke up the old man, and that was that there was no compassion. How could the awakened old man answer her question properly?

Perhaps, this is the purpose of this question?

A cook, without a cup of love for the poor and the weak, without a heart, will not be able to make delicious food. Because food is the most beautiful gift that God has given to mankind, without a grateful heart, how can you use those precious foods to make delicious food and present it to those who want to serve?

ps: Thank you for the jade rabbits, moon cakes and peace charms that you have rewarded. Thank you for your pink votes, evaluation votes, and recommendation votes! Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, I wish you all a reunion, joy and health! (To be continued)